She moved to the UK ( from usa) so yeah, but not sure if she’s pursued mental health treatment. Therapy was shunned obv in my family, but it’s helped me so much. Hopefully she did the same
She moved to the UK ( from usa) so yeah, but not sure if she’s pursued mental health treatment. Therapy was shunned obv in my family, but it’s helped me so much. Hopefully she did the same
Unfortunately no, my dad committed self delete when I was 4 years old. I remember my mom being absolutely fantastic until I was about 9 or 10. Then she started drinking. Mother dearest was always a drug addict but quit when she was pregnant with me. Never started the drugs again, but drank and smoked herself into oblivion. Around the time she started drinking she got a boyfriend who was a white supremacist and started hanging around the worst type of people. She quit giving a shit about having kids and made drinking her life. This didn’t help our already broken family, it started with extreme arguments about things, then turned into abuse.
It started with her throwing away absolutely everything of mine. I was a adolescent boy who loved video games and hated cleaning my room. So when I didn’t clean my room after “she asked several times” she went to my room and hauled off everything I had until that point besides my clothes and bed. I was able to save my Gameboy advance by slipping it in my pocket, but everything else was trashed. The game systems and accessories alone cost over 1000$ dollars. Still salty about it obviously but what really gets me is she didn’t donate or sell it, rather she paid the dump fee to toss it at the dump.
Then I turned 14, my mother had been smoking pot and drinking for years at this point. She seemingly wanted friends, not kids, so she would share her beer with me. Being a teenager who was I to say no? I went to the literal worst high school in my area, 42% graduation rate in my year, and started hanging out with deadbeats and assholes who only wanted to chill when I had something. Then my mom said I should try Marijuana and smoked my first bowl with me. I liked it, and she hated that I enjoyed it so much and smoked all through high school. She would bring me to NA meetings for my “pot addiction” which was embarrassing to say the least.
The racism and bigotry intensified. Mothers boyfriend got a swastika tattooed on his scalp. There was never a night my mom wasn’t drunk. Then when her and the friends were drunk enough, they turned to picking on the kids which supposedly “toughened us up”. I still vividly remember getting headbutt by a drunk grown man, and almost going down from that. Racism is what I was raised on, and it started to seep into who I was as a person.
Then violence started. My sister and I were both teenagers, and both of us had serious problems stemming from our broken home life that were never addressesed. My sister had psychopathic tendencies that were never checked on. She’d fantasize about killing our mother, and frequently egged fights on in the hopes of them turning violent so she can call police and have them take her away. It’s incredible CPS never visited. Frequent fights turned into frequent FIGHTS. Sister and I were beating each other up regularly whenever I didn’t distance myself from home, and my sister and mother had physical fights at least twice a day. Mother tried to bite a big chunk out of sisters leg. Sister tried stabbing my mother, twice. These types of stories were the norm for me until I left at 17. Couldn’t afford the rent and the rent I did pay would be used by mother and she would kick me out of the house either way. So I stayed with friends because I needed something more stable for college.
It’s honestly a miracle I turned out the way I did. I grew into an adult and rejected racism and bigotry. I knew what a miserable existence hate led to having experienced it and I vowed that I would never hate people for the things they can’t control. Honestly the only people I hate are people who hate, and people who exist on this planet to do harm to others. I immersed myself into diverse social situations and learned from people from all walks of life. The color of your skin, your gender, what you identify as, no longer bothers me as a person. I’m very proud of myself for that.
Sure, there’s times when hatred and violence seeps back into my consciousness, but I try to correct that when it happens. Sometimes something racist or bigoted crosses my thoughts and I feel hopeless thinking that under the surface I’m still the same. But I remind myself that I’m not. I’m not chanting “trampling at the zoo” from American history x down the streets at the top of my lungs anymore. I’m not calling people the n word or the f word anymore. I’m a much better person.
I still tried to have contact with my mother, but after she skipped my kids birth, and reneged on letting me borrow her car after I totaled my car, I stopped giving her chances. She still texts me periodically about how she was a wonderful mother who did the best she could for her kids, and that I’m an ungrateful shit for not speaking to her now and not appreciating the things that I had. Because “she had it worse as a kid”.
Now I have my own kids and could never think of being that way with them. In fact I always think “what would mother do?” And then do the exact opposite.
There’s so much more, like breaking and trashing my things again after I got a job and paid for them myself. The police at my house twice a week. Mother having me committed. Police siding with mother every time, and not doing their job. Sister and I had suicidal ideation and tendencies. So much more I could write a book, but this is enough.
If you have good parents, please tell them so. Appreciate them, we don’t all have it as good.
And if you have shitty parents, I’m sorry that you have to go through it too. If it gets bad enough, cut them off. It socks and it hurts to estrange your parents, I still think if I’m “overreacting” by cutting off my mother. And she makes sure to play the pity party on social. But Noone else will do it for you. You make your own life, and no one else is going to protect you from shittiness, especially shitty parents. Cut them off, slowly at first if you like. Come to terms with them being “dead”. It’s not an easy fight, and it can make you feel like your the problem sometimes. But in the end it’s worth it. And for anybody going through this currently and needing someone to talk to, get in my inbox. I’m always down to help people, every day, every way I can. Consider it owed for me being a shitty racist teenager.
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It’s so incredible that everything was bidens fault day one of his presidency, but with Trump it’s the fault of the previous administration, and no body brings up this double standard at all. What a double standard.
Also, we all know that Trump can’t lower the price of eggs himself, just like biden couldn’t lower gas prices by himself. The fact that Trump and his ilk RAN on lowering grocery prices, especially eggs, is why we’re still talking about it and why a lot of Americans are upset. Now the right are calling us idiots and whiners for still talking about eggs while they are still going up, while the last 4 years nobody on that side could shut up about gas prices.
They put those ‘biden did this’ stickers on pumps until the final moments of his administration, I say we do the same to eggs.
There is no 51st state.
I’d say there’s one sure fire way for musk to remove at least one member of the parasite class, but saying it would get me banned.
Sure that should always be the case. But this time it wasn’t. And because of his actions someone died. As an actor and a producer he should never have even had a chance of firing a live round while they weren’t filming, but he did. If the round never hit anybody this would be an entirely different case, unfortunately that’s not how it went down.
If it’s during a scene, sure let’s break those rules. Once everything has been determined safe by everyone involved. Also yes, no matter who it is, I would expect anyone handed a gun to be responsible with the gun. I’ve never argued that other people aren’t responsible as well, just that Alec should be held responsible for his role. Let’s not forget that this actor killed someone, and he should face the same consequences that any average person would.
I agree with no live ammo. But it’s crazy to me that people hop to his defense when it would taken seconds for him to make sure it wasn’t loaded. Regardless of everyone else’s job. I know whenever I’m handed a firearm, the first thing I do every time is check if it’s loaded.
It wasn’t even during a scene and even if it was, Alec had violated all four rules of firearm safety for it to happen. Studying Shakespeare in college is tough, learning the four rules is not, don’t even need a college degree for that
Ultimately the person holding the gun is responsible for what happens with said gun.
If by “throwing under the bus” you mean punishing those involved, especially the one that pulled the trigger on a firearm that did not malfunction, then yeah we are. I’ll never understand why people defend him so much, he made a huge awful mistake, and just like anyone else he needs to see the consequences.
For real, everything Alec Baldwin comes up there’s always this what about game for blaming other people. They’ve already punished other people, he’s next.
My 6 year old likes the sequel more and says her favorite character is anxiety because of how it reminds her on when her emotions get too big for her. I think the second didn’t capture the exact same fire as the first, but overall they’re both good. It also teaches the kids about important concepts that imo everyone should’ve been taught from childhood. You’d be amazed at how much kids can understand.
Humanity and it’s powerful need to personify objects
I mean I would demolish the quesadilla in the picture already, so keep doing that
Yes but there IS nicotine in most vapes, which is the harmful part